Hell yes I’m upset. Don’t you find this alarming?!

I remember people complaining that they couldn’t tell time from an analog clock...

“Honey, I’m running to the store real quick. We’re out of fava beans and a nice chianti.”

Why do you think they call it the manual?

That guy was clearly a ringer.

If you’ve ever met the average Texan, you’d realize that one seat is only barely adequate most of the time.

I’m guessing some compromises had to be made for the sake of functionality.

Just build the red one and nobody gets hurt.

Do we need scissor doors? No. But sometimes we do things just for the shear absurdity of it.

It’s got a real purdy mouth.

Can’t unsee.
Can’t unsee.

But wtf am I going to do with a 4.5" bed?

It’s an escape hatch. You know, in case of an accident. You pop out the back and exclaim “FREE ATLAS! FREE ATLAS!”.

At least you’re not dyslexic. I keep referring to it as the P-Face.

Is John Krafcik freakishly tall or is he trying that Mark Zuckerberg trick for looking taller in photos?

Sure, but that wouldn’t have been...

If I told you I was a pathological liar, would you believe me?

Now is the time for questions.